This is a part of my visual diary where I trust my heart;
I witness the unfolding of the stories .
Here I have chosen 6 stories and accompanied them with Haiku.
The twins twinning,
Generations countering–
Disillusionment.
Fragrance of their love–
Islanded in the river,
The winds dispossess.
The diamonds sparkle,
Earthy hand’s touch refurbished==
Holding stories tight.
Unflinching passion;
Boundaries lacerated/
The haters at bay.
They carried the Cross;
The withered rose murmured Life–
The exit turned red.
Flowers, not gravel–
Song for the mother’s prayers/
Embracing penance.
Krishna Goswami 